𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 | 𝐡. 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝟏𝟓𝟕 - 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭

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𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚄𝙺 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚜, 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚙 𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚌 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 -- 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 -- 𝚒 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 <𝟹

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AN: this chapter contains themes of suicidal tendencies, depression and self-loathing, it also has graphic descriptions of injury and blood. 

Ophelia's eyes were closed.

All Ophelia wanted to do was sleep, to sleep and never wake up again.

That way she could simply avoid the dreadful reality that was her life.

From the outside looking in, you might think that although it looked bad and know that it was probably a lot worse than it seemed, you could never have predicted nor anticipated the truth of what it actually was. That the girl currently sat alone on the bathroom floor, her bloodstained hands shaking limply in her lap, struggling to catch her breath as her heart raced rampantly in her chest was actually very much on the brink of her sanity, you see she had just come to the terrible conclusion that there was nothing to be done about her situation and that no matter which angle you looked at it, she was a monster.

It was not up for debate, it was a fact.

She was a heinous monster that aught to have been slayed.

She had all the makings of one; scars from terrifying series of events that twisted her soul, a deep and powerful rage that she couldn't understand and was struggling to temper, she was selfish and decietful, lying to those closest to her solely for her benefit–

"Phee open the door–!" Ron's panicked voice carried through the wood of the bathroom door as he banged on it, she didn't so much as flinch at it as he continued to rattle it in the doorframe, there was a murmur about keys and charms but they all knew better, the only way they'd be able to get to her was if she came out herself or something tore the four walls around her down. She recalled through fleeting glimpses of consciousness that they had half dragged, half carried both her and Harry from the beach, leaving a bloody trail in their path, she remembered they had sat her down and were beginning to assess her injuries but she didn't want them to touch her, she just wanted to be left alone –

"Please Phee, we saw the blood, you need help– just let us patch you up!"

Oh, the blood.

The blood that wasn't hers.

Maybe it was.

It didn't matter either way, it was on her hands.

She didn't want to open her eyes.